[For the first time since sitting, Connor glances up at Hank. Judges his expression, trying to wrangle calculations into lining up properly in his head again.
You're just a machine. You're just doing what you're designed to do.]
...You're right, though, Lieutenant. These brushes with emotion have all been grounded in someone else's experiences. Not my own.
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[For the first time since sitting, Connor glances up at Hank. Judges his expression, trying to wrangle calculations into lining up properly in his head again.
You're just a machine. You're just doing what you're designed to do.]
...You're right, though, Lieutenant. These brushes with emotion have all been grounded in someone else's experiences. Not my own.